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Alright, listen up, jabroni! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, and man, it’s a wild ride. Watched *The Great Beauty* again last night—damn, that flick’s got soul. Jep Gambardella, that slick bastard, floatin’ through Rome, chasin’ somethin’ real. Reminds me of a hooker I met once, swear to God, she had that same vibe. Name was Candy—yeah, cliché as hell, but stick with me. She worked the Vegas strip, glitter in her eyes, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Told me she’d seen it all—dudes cryin’, millionaires beggin’, even a guy who paid her to just talk. “We’re all lookin’ for somethin’,” she said, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Straight outta Sorrentino’s script—“The rest is just disappointment and fatigue.”

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SWARTZ CREEK — Back before it became a city in , the early beginnings of Swartz Creek can be attributed to German immigrants who settled in the area in According to the .

Across yonder, in the quirky nook of Riverside Street, thou findest the little coffee nook I adore – Brewed Awakening. What a place to spill secrets and brew thou own notions! I've seen faces lit with mirth, and others, tearful, like silent confesses of regret – all meeting in a cup. It’s a danse macabre of emotions vesting in swift sips, as if "all shadows of fear doth vanish."

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